I am a person that prefers to be busy. I am much more productive with my time when I have much to do. I had no idea that life could be as busy as these last couple of years have been...and there is no end in sight.
I actually feel pretty good. We get a good night sleep almost every night (thank you Lord for three boys that have always slept well). Still there are days that I feel worn out.
Last week, I was having a good day. Got lots of things done, everyone was where they needed to be and I was right on task. But I had three, totally separate people ask me if I was okay. I mean really ask me with concern. One said I looked like I had been upset. Did I look that worn out? I didn't feel it.
Each time I got in the car and look at myself in the mirror. How bad are the dark circles? Are my worry lines looking more worrisome?
Have you ever noticed that when any POTUS (the official abbreviation for the President of the United States) starts their term they have dark hair but by the end of their term they are almost completely gray. The stress of it all actually ages them?
Is the stress of this life aging me?
For now, I will be stopping by the Clinque counter for some eye cream or learn how to do the smokey eye make up.